Oran chooses that precise moment to saunter out from the bedroom. He looks at his daughter, then at us. “I miss something?” Lina waltzed over to my suitcase. “Yes, lots. This is Freya. She and Mellie are going to stay with us for a bit.” Oran looks at my dog, his wife, me, then back to his daughter. “Sounds good. What’s for breakfast?”
lol I like Oran
